Chapter 13
Never
"No, we can't break up!" George yelled at her as he stepped out of the floo into her room.
"I'm sorry." She simply said sympathetically to him.
"That's not enough. I thought you liked me Hermione." His face showed sadness. She stopped doing her bed and looked at him. She sighed.
"I can't. I can't truly love you. I never could." She told him honestly.
"Never? Never? Why? Is there someone else?" She sighed again.
"I'm in love. Do you think I want to be? Of course I don't! Why not? Because he loves me too. You know what's worse? I broke his heart." He looked pained.
"Who is it?" It sounded like a final request. She thought about this carefully.
"I can't unless you promise to not tell anyone else. Only Neville knows. Please?" She asked him. He gulped and nodded.
"Draco Malfoy." His face grew from surprise, to anger, to hurt, and back to anger in about five seconds.
"Bye." He said stepping back into the fireplace. She blinked then started pacing.
"Malfoy, you had better run." George told him when he cornered him alone in Knockturn Alley, where he tracked him to.
"Weasley, if you don't mind, I'll just disapperated." Draco said about to pop away when George got to him.
"You will pay for this, Malfoy." Draco snorted at him.
"And what would I pay for Weasley?" George looked angrily at him.
"Hermione." He said simply. For the first time to anyone other than Hermione and his mother, he had shown emotion. His eyes full of pain. Full of love, sorrow.
"What about her?" He struggled to say, which was very odd for a Malfoy.
"She dumped me. Would you happen to know what I'm talking about?"
"I…I have better things… to do." Draco said walking away. George caught up with him for an instant.
"She broke up with me, because she's in love with you. From what I can tell Malfoy, you're a jackass. You don't deserve her and NEVER will." George said pinning him to the wall disgustedly.
"I know." He said causing George to back away in surprise.
"You…You…Know?" He asked blinking several times.
"Weasley, why the hell else would I pretend that I 'worship' the Dark Lord? Why the hell else would I be choosing Voldemort," George flinched at the name, "over her?"
"I…I…" He said in awe. Draco wiped all emotion off of his face.
"You what? You didn't know? Well fuck! What do you want me to say? She's a bitch who I hate and she's worthless because she made the right choice to choose you over 'that life'? I'm not going to lie to you Weasley. I only lie to save my or my friends' necks."
"I…I…" He was once again cut off by Draco who's voice was now venomous.
"You what? Didn't know I loved her more than I love myself? I do. Didn't know that I loved her more than life itself? Literally, I do. Didn't know that I try to make myself a better MAN just so I can try to find a way to be good enough for her? Well you know what Weasley? I will NEVER be good enough for her. She'll find someone to be good enough for her." He finished.
"Sorry." Draco shook his head at him in disgust.
"Whatever. I'm out." Draco said disapperating.
"There once was a man from Belgrave,
Who found a dead whore in a cave,
He said how disgusting,
But it only needs dusting,
And think of the money I'll save."
Everyone laughed hysterically when the limerick finished. The teachers looked around for the culprit, but had no luck in finding him or her.
"That was genius Harry! I had no idea you could make them that funny. Broadcasting it to the whole school is even funnier." Ron said patting Harry on the back.
"You know I have a line. I'm still Head Girl." Hermione told them that next Friday during their last class, charms.
"You're our friend first and foremost! Besides it was funny." Harry said laughing a bit at him own limerick.
"It was funny in a sick sort of way. The Gryffindors already knew it was you, Harry. I wonder if the younger students understand." Hermione said laughing as the class let out.
"We can always explain it to them…" Ron said evilly. Hermione shuddered at the idea of twenty first and second years crying and screaming.
"Ron, you had better not. I'll get the blame for it all."
"It was you who said it."
"Sell out."
"I sell out every day. I'll give you a kiss for a Galleon." Ron said laughing. Harry backed away from him behind Hermione.
Hermione walked back to the common room still laughing from Harry's reaction. She said the password and walked in.
Draco was sitting there reading something. She looked at the title. It was a Transfiguration book.
"What do you want?" He said his eyes still in the book.
"Nothing. I'm sorry that I disturbed you. This is OUR common room you know." She said pushing it a little.
"That's fine." He said coldly walking back to his room without so much as a glance to her.
She sighed and sat down. A brown barn owl tapped at the window. She got up immediately to go open the window.
A small piece of parchment landed in front of her. She knew the handwriting instantly.
He loves you more than anything.
She looked at it like it was an alien. Who loved her? George? No he wouldn't put 'he' if he was talking about himself. She had told him about Draco. Maybe he had confronted him? Maybe Draco loved her? Maybe or never?
Never
"No, we can't break up!" George yelled at her as he stepped out of the floo into her room.
"I'm sorry." She simply said sympathetically to him.
"That's not enough. I thought you liked me Hermione." His face showed sadness. She stopped doing her bed and looked at him. She sighed.
"I can't. I can't truly love you. I never could." She told him honestly.
"Never? Never? Why? Is there someone else?" She sighed again.
"I'm in love. Do you think I want to be? Of course I don't! Why not? Because he loves me too. You know what's worse? I broke his heart." He looked pained.
"Who is it?" It sounded like a final request. She thought about this carefully.
"I can't unless you promise to not tell anyone else. Only Neville knows. Please?" She asked him. He gulped and nodded.
"Draco Malfoy." His face grew from surprise, to anger, to hurt, and back to anger in about five seconds.
"Bye." He said stepping back into the fireplace. She blinked then started pacing.
"Malfoy, you had better run." George told him when he cornered him alone in Knockturn Alley, where he tracked him to.
"Weasley, if you don't mind, I'll just disapperated." Draco said about to pop away when George got to him.
"You will pay for this, Malfoy." Draco snorted at him.
"And what would I pay for Weasley?" George looked angrily at him.
"Hermione." He said simply. For the first time to anyone other than Hermione and his mother, he had shown emotion. His eyes full of pain. Full of love, sorrow.
"What about her?" He struggled to say, which was very odd for a Malfoy.
"She dumped me. Would you happen to know what I'm talking about?"
"I…I have better things… to do." Draco said walking away. George caught up with him for an instant.
"She broke up with me, because she's in love with you. From what I can tell Malfoy, you're a jackass. You don't deserve her and NEVER will." George said pinning him to the wall disgustedly.
"I know." He said causing George to back away in surprise.
"You…You…Know?" He asked blinking several times.
"Weasley, why the hell else would I pretend that I 'worship' the Dark Lord? Why the hell else would I be choosing Voldemort," George flinched at the name, "over her?"
"I…I…" He said in awe. Draco wiped all emotion off of his face.
"You what? You didn't know? Well fuck! What do you want me to say? She's a bitch who I hate and she's worthless because she made the right choice to choose you over 'that life'? I'm not going to lie to you Weasley. I only lie to save my or my friends' necks."
"I…I…" He was once again cut off by Draco who's voice was now venomous.
"You what? Didn't know I loved her more than I love myself? I do. Didn't know that I loved her more than life itself? Literally, I do. Didn't know that I try to make myself a better MAN just so I can try to find a way to be good enough for her? Well you know what Weasley? I will NEVER be good enough for her. She'll find someone to be good enough for her." He finished.
"Sorry." Draco shook his head at him in disgust.
"Whatever. I'm out." Draco said disapperating.
"There once was a man from Belgrave,
Who found a dead whore in a cave,
He said how disgusting,
But it only needs dusting,
And think of the money I'll save."
Everyone laughed hysterically when the limerick finished. The teachers looked around for the culprit, but had no luck in finding him or her.
"That was genius Harry! I had no idea you could make them that funny. Broadcasting it to the whole school is even funnier." Ron said patting Harry on the back.
"You know I have a line. I'm still Head Girl." Hermione told them that next Friday during their last class, charms.
"You're our friend first and foremost! Besides it was funny." Harry said laughing a bit at him own limerick.
"It was funny in a sick sort of way. The Gryffindors already knew it was you, Harry. I wonder if the younger students understand." Hermione said laughing as the class let out.
"We can always explain it to them…" Ron said evilly. Hermione shuddered at the idea of twenty first and second years crying and screaming.
"Ron, you had better not. I'll get the blame for it all."
"It was you who said it."
"Sell out."
"I sell out every day. I'll give you a kiss for a Galleon." Ron said laughing. Harry backed away from him behind Hermione.
Hermione walked back to the common room still laughing from Harry's reaction. She said the password and walked in.
Draco was sitting there reading something. She looked at the title. It was a Transfiguration book.
"What do you want?" He said his eyes still in the book.
"Nothing. I'm sorry that I disturbed you. This is OUR common room you know." She said pushing it a little.
"That's fine." He said coldly walking back to his room without so much as a glance to her.
She sighed and sat down. A brown barn owl tapped at the window. She got up immediately to go open the window.
A small piece of parchment landed in front of her. She knew the handwriting instantly.
He loves you more than anything.
She looked at it like it was an alien. Who loved her? George? No he wouldn't put 'he' if he was talking about himself. She had told him about Draco. Maybe he had confronted him? Maybe Draco loved her? Maybe or never?